Bright light floods my eyes and a deathly silence screams in my ears.
My heavy, warm breath stifles me inside my helmet and the smell of blood it caries entices a primeval urge deep within.
The familiar, worn bindings of my axe hilt tantalize the fingertips of my outstretched hand. Cool grass, wet with the morning's
dew, scarf the base of my neck. Memories of my youth cloud my thoughts, putting me at ease and yet aggravatingly tell me
not of my current fate.

As the blindness fades, a dark outline begins to appear. Instinct pulls my left arm off the ground and across my chest
before a heavy weight is brought down to bear upon it. Searing pain awakes me from my daze and the shadow of my
shield gives my eyes their chance to refocus. Walking my right hand outwards, I manage to wrap my fingers around my
axe hilt before the massive club strikes my shield once more. Drunk with pain, I climb to my knees, steadying myself with my blade.
Again my insticts work before my eyes can register the danger, sending me into a roll to my side.
As the massive wooden club thumps heavily into the lush, green grass, I look up at my attacker; a gruesome Olog-hai.

The silence that filled my ears began to fade, leaving behind the familiar sounds of battle all around, but I had to concentrate on
the troll before I could learn more of my surroundings. Standing now, the sweat on my face carries the taste of my blood to my lips,
releasing the primeval urges from their prison within my mind. Dropping my shield from my arm, I swing my axe in a low arch,
slicing into the dark skin of my foe. Black blood trickled from its blade as I bring it back to my side.
With my free hand, I take off my battered iron helmet, inspecting it for a moment before letting it fall to the floor.

Looking up at the troll now, I see that my axe blade had hurt it. Stumbling, it collapses on one knee.
Seizing the opportunity, I grasp the hilt firmly with both hands and raise the blade above me.
"Baruk Khazâd!" I scream as I bring my weapon to bear, firmly striking its head into the chest of Sauron's creation.
Knowing I'd hit my target, I release the hilt, and watch as the Olog-hai tips backwards; it's overwhelming arms spread wide to its sides.

As it falls, I take my moment to glace upon the field of battle, but by now my memory has returned.
The fields of Fornost spread all around me, littered with casualties of war; both good and evil.
Picking my steadfast wall from the ground, I hear the familiar battle cries of my brothers beside me,
As they rush past towards the next wave of Uruk-hai, driven by the honour of their forefathers and passion for battle, I take one more
moment before removing my axe from the now lifeless troll.
Surely they would have seen my mistake. It would take a lot more kills before I'll be allowed to live this down. "Khazâd ai-mênu!" I scream,
and charge forth to rejoin my brothers.